Tuesday, August 26, 2008

An Ode to Wrinkly Feet

I just hope I can make it through this entry...Call me weird but I cannot stand wrinkly feet - or fingers. Just ask my husband. Maybe I have a stronger gag reflex lately but it seems like everytime I see them I want to puke. Why? What do you mean why?! Look at them! Besides being creepy and totally looking like something from another planet, the very feel of them on my skin gives me the heebie jeebies. Bryce teases me about it constantly - wherever we are, the pool or the shower or even after he's done the dishes - and his wrinkly albino digits are the worst! What's up with the bubbly squishy peely... CHOKING! Ok you get the point and I am SO done being disgusted. Excuse me, I have to erase this picture from my computer now.

About Me

Living to the sound track of Jack Johnson. One lovely and highly energetic five year old. One brand new little girl to love. Two dogs. One cat. One camera. One couple. One house. Never enough time. If you leave me a comment, I thank you :)